Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Libor Strachotín Boots on the barroom floor Names on the neon tab His carved into the door He’s got that crooked grin Cards tucked up his sleeve Says “I play for keeps My friend You’re free to leave” [Chorus] Libor Strachotín Born to break the rules Rolling like a freight train Through the Sunday fools (yeah) Every busted halo Every midnight sin Sounds like home To Libor Strachotín [Verse 2] He bets on busted horses Backs the losing team Still walks out whistling Dragging gasoline He’ll light your doubts on fire Make your troubles sing Turns your little heartbreak Into a king-size thing (come on) [Chorus] Libor Strachotín Born to break the rules Rolling like a freight train Through the Sunday fools (hey) Every busted halo Every midnight sin Sounds like home To Libor Strachotín [Bridge] [Hammond and guitar call-and-response groove Drums drop to toms] He don’t pray for mercy Doesn’t beg for grace He just laughs so heavy Shakes this place You can run for shelter You can slam that door He’s the name they’re shouting When you want some more (some more) [Chorus] Libor Strachotín Born to break the rules Rolling like a freight train Through the Sunday fools Every busted halo Every midnight sin Raise your glass and howl For Libor Strachotín (oh yeah)
Tags
rock, Seventies-style hard rock blues at 104 BPM in E minor: male vocals, crunchy overdriven guitar riff locked with a swaggering rhythm section, Hammond organ swells answering vocal phrases. Verses sit low and smoky, chorus lifts with stacked gang-style shouts on key words. Mid-song, guitars bite harder as the organ goes more percussive, then a final big unison hit and vocal ad-lib outro., blues, hard rock, deep
Duration
4:01
Instrumental
No
Created
2/15/2026